Towers piercing the blue breast of heaven

The Colosseum, the Great Wall, the outstretched arms of the Great Redeemer

Seven wonders in glossy coffee table books

Magnificent architectural feats all

Places worthy of the History Channel but

If I were to quest

To trek with a wide brimmed hat and a hand drawn scroll

I wouldn’t seek the vivid turquoise tiles of the Taj Mahal

‘Stead I would whack through the jungle

And cling by my fingernails on forbidden cliffs

Whip on my hip just

To curl like a cat in the sun

In a space all my own